. . . was haflistening

                     had put the ball in buddyboys court a changeup to take a break  but as he anticipated buddyboy hadnt consideredhadnt prepped anything worth interest

. . . I fixed a gay yesterday . . .

a bolt of whitehot lightning skewered him

                                            Whadyasay

snapped back to reality

                         he had to restrain his animosity kept it on a ridiculouslyshort leash he held taut so that it couldnt get away from him so he didnt rain hell on someone who offended him by offending Others

Ja  Capital O   

What?  What did I say?

Whadya just say

looked at him with alarm bugeyed

                                 I said . . . I said I . . I fixed a gate yesterday.

A gate

Yeah.

          The gate down below heading out into the pasture.

he wasnt going to apologise

                          Why do you call tha field a pasture You don run animals

But animals run on it. Deer. Turkeys. Quail.

                                                An occasional pig wanders through.  Roots.

 

    You got a little irate

I did  I wasnt listenin clearly

                                  I had hope youd dazzle me with something youd read  something scientific political societal something I didnt know tha youd blindside me with

                                                                          Something fascinating  Informative

Like bison bison One ton Able to run thirtyfive miles an hour and maintain tha for fiveten miles if necessary Leap seven feet high

    Ya know tha

Read it in the book Blood Memory

 

What did you think you heard?

You fixed a gay yesterday

                             You hold them in contempt 

They cant be fixed anymore than someone coud fix your heterosexuality

We are wha we are

 

    he wasnt apologising when buddyboy bored him   relentlessly   

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